A Picnic With Pablo Neruda

Four legs quiver like clumsy cabrioles striking smooth gray rivers of zig-zag sidewalk barrios in rhythm with happy shivers syncopated on a muffled drum as we talk and stroll On our way hand-in-hand we persuade and pretend this day away taunting and cajoling to demand laughing “hide and seeking” chasing and skedaddling poking and peeking like cuddly pandas or canoodling otters splashing and clambering We roll and meander impetuously twiddling all the way atop gregarious green promenades we pause in slight delay as we prattle and prance as we dance to the Crickets singing nodding to their fiddling frolicking with all the jiggling Serendipitous stalks of snickering flowers pop to dazzle and razzle our wits we glide in stripes of candy bits of rainbows bright Purple painted paisley fragrantly flairs in pairs of scented lavender sweetness among black-eyed daisies dusting the woozy air in a meadow’s billowing bloom sunflowers sunbathe in costume We giddily tarry as we carry a feast of fancies and treats artsy bits of charmed delicacies filled with a peck of upcoming kisses enticing fantasies that wink Snuggling shenanigans lead us astray as we find our rootie-tootie hideaway hugs as we shy away from tomfoolery jesting to lay down and swoon looking up at the soon to be stars lingering for the coming of the moon Murmurs of Starlings gaggle their harmonies of chirps in cheeks and broadened beaks thrumming tiny melodies. Swallows sweep and woo fixated on this unabashed swain through songbird strains announcing a shrilling review broadening in sweet refrains “I love you…I love you” Fingerpainting the Monet sky puffy white cotton words appear from clouds passing by while tiny violins spin in the air piccolos peep pigeon-toed Doves coo and weep their contentedness to appease trailing off the pleasant breeze I fall upon my knees My words explode to strew like a thousand storms set free “I love you…I love you…I love you”